The Boy With The Green Orbs!, chapter 1
*Story set in 2006, but the boys are all 25 and they don't have any wives or kids*
Layla's POV
Walking down the street of misery again. Fucked up just like my parents and because of this my life is fucked up. 17 going on 18. I need to get out of this place. I can't take much more of the beating. I walk into the park and sit down under a tree. I try to cover up my bruises and cuts. "fuck", I mumble "stupid sleeve, stretch a bit more". Damn its never going to reach. I feel a vibration in my leg.
"Hello"
"Hey Layla, where are ya? We got band remember." I hear the voice of Rachel my best friend since forever. She's the only one i tell about my parents. The only one I can trust.
"Oh shit, sorry Rach, mum's giving me a hard time, I'll be there in about 10 minutes"
"okie dokie, I'll cya then"
"yup. Bye"
I get up and wonder off to band practice. My other band mates are Marina (lead guitarist), Rach (drums), Toria (back up guitarist) and me (lead vocals and bass). Marina is great, she's the crazy one of the band like Tre Cool, Toria is a really good friend but is very picky about some things but its all good (most of the time). About 10 mins later i end up at Marina's. I take a big breath and hope that no-one will notice the big slash in my arm.
"Hey guys, sorry i'm late"
"No problemo, but any ways lets start" comes the voice of Marina from the other side of the room. I walk over and pick up my bass and plugged it in. Now for my favorite part of the day.
After a couple of hours we stopped. We were just chilling with me playing random shit on the acoustic when my phone went off again.
"Hello"
"LAYLA! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BITCH?" my mum's voice blasts from the other side of the phone, way to ruin a great couple of hours.
"Mum, chill. I'm at band I'll be home in 15 mins" I then hung up so she couldn't reply.
"sorry guys gotta roll" I said as I was walking out the door.
I didn't wait for a reply coz they would ask questions and I wouldn't want to answer. I started getting scared coz the last time i was late home my dad threw me against the wall and i didn't wake up for a day. I was so rapped up in my own thoughts that i ran into to someone (literally!) and knocking all the papers in his hand onto the floor.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry"
"don't worry about it"
We both knelt down to pick up the papers and when i looked up i was met with the most beautiful bright green orbs. Then i realized who it was...
Layla's POV
Walking down the street of misery again. Fucked up just like my parents and because of this my life is fucked up. 17 going on 18. I need to get out of this place. I can't take much more of the beating. I walk into the park and sit down under a tree. I try to cover up my bruises and cuts. "fuck", I mumble "stupid sleeve, stretch a bit more". Damn its never going to reach. I feel a vibration in my leg.
"Hello"
"Hey Layla, where are ya? We got band remember." I hear the voice of Rachel my best friend since forever. She's the only one i tell about my parents. The only one I can trust.
"Oh shit, sorry Rach, mum's giving me a hard time, I'll be there in about 10 minutes"
"okie dokie, I'll cya then"
"yup. Bye"
I get up and wonder off to band practice. My other band mates are Marina (lead guitarist), Rach (drums), Toria (back up guitarist) and me (lead vocals and bass). Marina is great, she's the crazy one of the band like Tre Cool, Toria is a really good friend but is very picky about some things but its all good (most of the time). About 10 mins later i end up at Marina's. I take a big breath and hope that no-one will notice the big slash in my arm.
"Hey guys, sorry i'm late"
"No problemo, but any ways lets start" comes the voice of Marina from the other side of the room. I walk over and pick up my bass and plugged it in. Now for my favorite part of the day.
After a couple of hours we stopped. We were just chilling with me playing random shit on the acoustic when my phone went off again.
"Hello"
"LAYLA! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BITCH?" my mum's voice blasts from the other side of the phone, way to ruin a great couple of hours.
"Mum, chill. I'm at band I'll be home in 15 mins" I then hung up so she couldn't reply.
"sorry guys gotta roll" I said as I was walking out the door.
I didn't wait for a reply coz they would ask questions and I wouldn't want to answer. I started getting scared coz the last time i was late home my dad threw me against the wall and i didn't wake up for a day. I was so rapped up in my own thoughts that i ran into to someone (literally!) and knocking all the papers in his hand onto the floor.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry"
"don't worry about it"
We both knelt down to pick up the papers and when i looked up i was met with the most beautiful bright green orbs. Then i realized who it was...
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